Silvertip Mountain Viva la vida (PACK HUNT)

Niita was grinning as they made to move out, she couldn't help it with the air of excitement. She tried to be serious as they got closer, the fear of failing and letting down her pack strong but also the confidence that she was a decent hunter prominent. She padded after the other group, the chasers, with Anita, Krypton, Phocion, and a grey recruit she hadn't yet gotten the name of.

As they made it to Felsig, another plan took place and Niita paused to listen, waiting to figure out what her part in all of this was. Nodding to herself, Niita spread out with her pack in a fanned formation to chase. Her grin faded and a serious look took over her features.

Slinking up beside Grayday, an ear twitched towards him as he murmured something about a weak caribou. Spotting the ungulate he spoke of, Niita nodded thoughtfully. It did seem slower than the others of its herd, maybe it was sick or just injured. 

"Grayday is right, that one's got some sort of weakness." Niita whispered to the other pack mates, wondering if they would go for that one.